Wei Zhuang (c. 836 – 910 CE), courtesy name Duanji. A native of Duling County, Jingzhao County (present-day Xi'an, Shaanxi), he was a poet and lyricist of the late Tang Dynasty, and the former Shu chancellor of the five dynasties. Wenchang's right-hand man Wei Wei was the seventh grandson, and Suzhou Thorn Shi Wei Yingwu was the fourth grandson.
Wei Zhuanggong's poems, whose rhythmic poems are round and tidy, the tone is bright, the absolute sentences are deep and elegant, and the package is rich; its words are good at using white drawing techniques, and the style of words is clear. He is the representative writer of the "Huajian Sect" with Wen Tingjun and is called "Wen Wei". He wrote the long poems "Qin Women's Yin" and "Peacock Southeast Flying" and "Mulan Poems" and called them "the three absolutes of Lefu". There are ten volumes of "Huanhua Collection", and later generations have compiled "Huanhua Words". There are also five "Bodhisattva Man" that lay the foundation for song poetry. The Quan Tang Poems recorded 316 of his poems.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="251" > Sidixiang Spring Tour</h1>
"Si Di Xiang Spring Tour" is a lyric by Wei Zhuang, a five-generation lyricist at the end of the Tang Dynasty, and is included in the "Flower Collection".
Wei Zhuang was displaced through the Yellow Nest Rebellion, and although he lived in Chengdu (Later Shu), the official to Zaifu, and looked down on the present and the past, could not be without pity; the "Ancient and Modern Words" said that Wei Zhuang had a favored concubine who was summoned to the palace by Wang Jian to teach the palace women and was not finally released, and Wei Zi was involved in many people; this poem was sent to "Si Di Xiang", which was Wei Zhuang's "Entrusted as a Qi Word" Si Tang work
The first word uses white painting to outline the image of a young girl's passionate pursuit of love, and the front lyrics of the woman's urgent demand for love freedom, the language is simple, with the flavor of folk songs, and it is unique in the words between the flowers.
Original text of the work:
On a spring day trip, apricot blossoms blow all over your head. Strangers who are young and full of wind.
The concubine intends to marry her for the rest of her life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed.
Translations of works:
On a spring outing, the wind blows apricot blossoms. Who is the teenager on the field road, youth like a flower really flowing.
I want to marry him with my own body and end my life. Even if he abandons me with little affection and no righteousness, he does not regret it or be shy.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="259" > Taicheng</h1>
This is an ancient poem of YongShi Huai that hangs from the six dynasties monument Taicheng. Taicheng, during the Middle and Tang Dynasties, was already "ten thousand households and thousands of doors into weeds", and by the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was even more abandoned. Wei Zhuang was at the end of the Tang Dynasty, at this time the Tang Dynasty was in full decline, and the former prosperity had disappeared, replaced by soldiers and horses, and the people were not happy. In the third year of Emperor Zhonghe of the Tang Dynasty (883), Wei Zhuang traveled to Jiangnan, and after witnessing the prosperity of Jinling, the former capital of the Six Dynasties, he wrote this poem to express the sentiment of changing times.
Jiang Yu Fei Fei Jiang Cao Qi,
The Six Dynasties are like dream birds chirping in the air.
Ruthless is the most Taicheng Liu,
Still smoke cage ten mile causeway.
The grass on the shore of the spring rain on the river is far away, and the past of the Six Dynasties is like a dream, only the spring birds are left to cry.
The most ruthless thing is the willow outside Taicheng, which still covers the ten-mile long causeway like light smoke.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="278" > five bodhisattvas</h1>
The Five Songs of Bodhisattva Man is a group of words by Wei Zhuang, a five-generation poet of the late Tang Dynasty. The "Jiangnan" in Wei Zhuang's "Five Pieces of Bodhisattva Man" refers to the land of Jiangnan, not to the land of Shu. This group of words was created in Wei Zhuang's later years in the Shudi period, and was composed by the author to recall the old tour of Jiangnan. Wei Zhuangsheng was born in the era when the Tang Empire went from weakening to its demise, and the five dynasties and ten kingdoms were divided and chaotic, and his life was full of the pain of chaos and wandering. Huang Chao attacked Chang'an, and he fled to the south, wandering everywhere. It was not until the age of 59 that this wandering and displaced life was over. The content of this group of words is closely related to his wandering life.
These five words are a whole, but they can be divided into two levels. The first three songs are one layer, focusing on the remembrance of the love affair in Jiangnan, and the last two are on the first floor, focusing on the feelings of living in Luoyang. This group of words has two meanings, it can be said that the lyricist wrote only a parting lovesickness with a realistic woman, or it may be a secret love for the homeland of the Tang Dynasty.
One
The Red Chamber is not sad at night, and the incense lamp is half rolled in the fringed tent. When the remnant moon went out, the beauty and tears.
Pipa golden feathers, yellow warbler on the string. Persuade me to return home early, the green window people are like flowers.
Second
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only meet Jiangnan old. Spring water is blue in the sky, painting boats to listen to rain sleep.
The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists. If you do not return to your hometown, you must cut off your intestines when you return to your hometown.
Third
Now I remember Jiangnan Le, when I was young and thin. Riding a horse leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves.
Cuiping Jin bent and fell drunk into the flowers. At this time, I saw flowers and branches, and the white head vowed not to return.
Fourth
Advise the king to be drunk tonight and honor the ming dynasty before talking. Cherish the heart of the master, and the wine is also deeply affectionate.
Must worry about the spring leakage short, Mo sue the golden cup full. When you meet wine and hehe, life can be geometric.
Fifth
The spring in Luoyang City is good, and Luoyang is old. Liu Dark Wei Wang Di, at this time the heart turned confused.
Peach blossom spring water, water Mandarin duck bath. Condensation hates the remnants of the hui, and remembers junjun does not know.
At that time, the night of the parting of the Red Chamber was melancholy, and the incense lamp faintly reflected the half-roll of fringed tent. The moon will fall, and when the sky just breaks, "I" will go out for a long trip, and the beauty will send off "I" with tears, which is really "inch soft intestines, full of pink tears".
When I was parting, I played a weeping movement, and the lute pole was decorated with a green feather made of gold, which was graceful and luxurious; the lute string played a delicate warbler, which was gentle and moving. The mournful music was clearly trying to persuade "me" to go home earlier, and there were flowers waiting for him under the blue screen window.
Everyone says that Gangnam is good, and tourists should stay in Gangnam until they are old. In spring, the waters are clearer and greener than the sky, and visitors can fall asleep listening to the rain on the painted boats.
The woman who sells wine at the Jiangnan restaurant looks very beautiful, and her arms exposed when she sells wine and pulls her sleeves are as white as snow. Do not return to your hometown when your years are not fading, and you will be extremely sad when you return to your hometown.
Now I think back to the benefits of Jiangnan, when the youth was flowing, the spring shirt was fluttering, and the personable. I rode a big horse, leaning against a small bridge, and all the women in the building were overwhelmed by my heroism.
The boudoir barrier twists and turns, hiding the depths, and that is where I am drunk with flowers. If I could have another encounter like I did back then, I would never want to come back even if I was whitehead.
Tonight, I advise you to take a drink and never talk about tomorrow at the table. Let's cherish the heart of the current enthusiastic owner, because the master's wine glass is deep, and the master's friendship is also deep.
I am saddened that the spring night of drinking like tonight is too short, and I will no longer prevaricate that you have filled my glass too full again. Since there is wine to drink, no matter how much you have to raise your spirits, how long can life be?
Spring blossoms and everything in Vientiane is renewed. In Luoyang City, the spring is bright and delicate. However, I, the prodigal son of the end of the world, can only drift in a different place and die in another place. On the Wei Wang Embankment in front of you, the willows are clinging to each other, and the shade is thick. And I was in pain, full of misery, and sorrow.
Peach blossoms are red, spring water is turquoise, smoke cage willow banks, water bath Mandarin ducks. The entry and exit of this thing is paired, and they are dependent on each other, which further evokes the sorrow of eternal separation from me. There was no way to explain, so I had to dissolve the trace of sorrow condensed into a feeling of lovesickness and memory into the afterglow of the sunset. Distant people, distant homeland, you know no, I am missing you!
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="303" > Jinling diagram</h1>
"Jinling Tu" is a poem by the late Tang Dynasty poet Wei Zhuang. This poem is the author's work of hanging the ancient and wounded after reading six paintings depicting the history of the Six Dynasties, and the poem points out that this group of paintings did not whitewash the rulers of the late Tang Dynasty, but painted its desolate decay, and used the old events of the Six Dynasties to express deep sorrow about the reality of the late Tang Dynasty. The tone of the poem is passionate and the meaning is profound, which not only makes a strong refutation of those acts of whitewashing the peace and not respecting historical facts, and points out the social reasons for this phenomenon, but also gives a high evaluation to the six "sad paintings" that dare to reflect the historical truth, reflecting the author's simple spirit of historical materialism.
Who says that sadness cannot be drawn,
Painting people's hearts and minds is the love of the world.
Look at the six southern dynasties,
Old wood cold clouds fill the old city.
Who said that it is impossible to paint the sad things of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, but the painter does not paint a sad picture in order to cater to the mentality of those in power.
If you look at these six paintings depicting the past of the six dynasties of the Southern Dynasty, the old trees and cold clouds fill the entire Jinling City.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="322" > Huanxi Sha Night Acacia is even more leaky</h1>
"Huan Xi Sha Night Acacia More Leaky" is a poem written by the Tang Dynasty lyricist Wei Zhuang. Under the pretext of the instructor's female lyrics, Wang Jian took Wei Zhuang's beautiful ji from Wei Zhuang's arms. Since then, Wang Jian has been lying in the gentle countryside of the beauty, and Wei Zhuang, whose love has been deprived of life, is in pain and makes this eulogy.
This word expresses the protagonist's mood of being separated from his sweetheart, making people think about it and sleepless all night. Under the moon, increase acacia. I don't know when I will see you again, and join hands in Chang'an. The whole word describes the feeling of parting and love, and contains the meaning of wanting to say it. Lingering and sad, grumble and touching.
Night and night acacia is more leaky, sad bright moon with the dry, want to think of me JinYuan cold.
The painting hall is as deep as the sea, and I remember that I can only read the old books, when will I join hands in Chang'an?
Every night, I was in a deep thought, until the night was quiet, the leakage was more cruel, staring at the sad round of the bright moon, I leaned on the railing for a long time, I think you also missed me, felt the cold of the quilt, the cold of the quilt.
The painting hall is close at hand, but as deep as the sea, it is difficult to cross, it is difficult, and I have to look back at the old books I read together, and I don't know when to see you again, and enter Chang'an hand in hand.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="325" > Chang'an Qingming</h1>
"Chang'an Qingming" is a poem written by wei Zhuang, a poet of the five dynasties of the late Tang Dynasty. In the first year of Emperor Guangming of Tang (880), the Huangchao peasant rebel army captured Chang'an; in the first year of Guangqi (885), Li Keyong again attacked the Jing Division. After years of war looting, Chang'an City has long been devastated. From the second year of Emperor Jingfu of Tang Zhaozong (893) to the first year of Qianning (894), Wei Zhuang took the entrance examination in Chang'an. This poem is used in this period.
By depicting the cheerful scenes of Chang'an City in the late Tang Dynasty when the City was bustling and bustling with tourists, the poem shows the scene of people indulging in temporary happiness after the initial determination of the chaotic world, and expresses the poet's nostalgia for the prosperous world and his disappointment in reality. The whole poem uses the verses of the predecessors, using contrasting techniques, fresh language, lyrical euphemism.
Fleas are wounded spring dreams on rainy days, but can be more qianqian.
The internal officials initially gave the Qingming fire, and the upper minister idled and paid for it.
Purple Mo chaotic red squeaking, green poplar high reflection swing.
Tourists remember the peace, and secretly like the scenery is like in the past.
Suddenly, it was spring with drizzle, and the grass was unbearablely green. The palace gave the new fire of Qingming to the ministers, and the ministers were all right, and they took the bow as a play.
Horses on the road are barking, aspen bushes, swings flying up and down. Tourists still remember the grand events of the taiping period in the past, and the scenery in front of them is similar to that of the past years, and they can't help but feel vaguely happy in their hearts.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="5" > Qin woman yin</h1>
"Qin Women's Yin" is a long narrative poem created by Wei Zhuang, a poet of the five generations at the end of the Tang Dynasty.
From the winter of the first year (880) of emperor Guangming of the Tang Dynasty to the spring of the third year of Zhonghe (883), that is, more than two years after the Huangchao rebel army was stationed in Chang'an, the peasant uprising at the end of the Tang Dynasty developed to a climax and reached a turning point. Due to the strategic mistakes of the peasant leaders and the frenzied suppression of the officials and troops of the Li and Tang Dynasties, the struggle was unprecedentedly brutal, and the people suffered great suffering and heavy sacrifices. Wei Zhuang was detained in Chang'an because of his actions, and his younger siblings were once lost, and they fell ill for many days. He became an eyewitness to this great social change that shook the land of Shenzhou. After a period of deliberation, in the second year after he left Chang'an, that is, three years after zhonghe, he created this epic poem in the eastern capital of Luoyang, which can be called the masterpiece of his life.
The poem uses the words of a woman who fled to describe the social chaos of the Huangchao Uprising at the end of the Tang Dynasty, reflecting the deep disasters brought by the war to the people. The poem has rich plot twists, grand and strict structure, fluent and exquisite language, and has reached a fairly high level in both ideology and art, setting up a monument to ancient Chinese narrative poetry. Because he was deeply praised by people at the time of the poetry' success, the poet also received the elegant title of "Qin Woman Yin Xiucai". Later generations referred to this poem together with the Han Le Fu "Peacock Flying Southeast" and the Northern Dynasty Le Fu "Mulan Ci" as the "Three Gems of Le Fu"; some people believe that it is the third monument of Tang Dynasty narrative poetry after Du Fu's "Three Officials and Three Farewells" and Bai Juyi's "Long Hate Song".
Zhonghe 癸 (guǐ)卯 (mǎo) In the spring and March, the flowers outside Luoyang are like snow.
The east, west, south, and north roads are crowded, and the green poplars quietly disappear into the dust.
On the side of the road, I suddenly saw a flower person, resting alone in the shade of the green poplar.
The side of the phoenix (qī) sideburns are oblique, and the red (zǎn) is bent eyebrows.
Where did the borrowed girl come from? Swallow first with a desired voice.
Turning back to the mèi thank you for the pedestrians, the chaos and drifting He Kan said!
After three years of trapping thieves and staying in Qindi, he vaguely remembered Qin Zhong's affairs.
Junneng unraveled the golden saddle for the concubine, and the concubine also stopped the jade toe with the jun.
On the fifth day of the previous year, the golden cage was closed to teach parrots.
Obliquely open the mirror and comb your hair lazily, idly holding the carved railing and idly speaking.
I overlooked the red dust outside the door, and I saw the golden drum beating in the street.
The residents walked out of the half-warehouse, and the return of the pilgrims was still suspicious.
At that time, the western officers and troops entered, and it was planned to go to Tongguan as a police emergency.
It is said that Hirono is self-sustaining, and the thief army has not yet arrived.
The Father of the Bearded Lord rushed to the place, dismounted and entered the house drunk.
Just in time for the purple cover to go to the dust, the white flag has been seen to turn (zā) land.
Léi and his children shouted, and the wall on the edge of the house did not know the second time.
The southern neighbor walks into the north neighbor Tibet, and the eastern neighbor goes to the west neighbor to avoid.
The women in the north are salty together, and the outdoors are like beasts.
The bombardment of Kunkun ("Kun" and "mixing") moved, and the sound of ten thousand horses and thunder surged from the ground.
Nine days on the fire of Venus, the smoke of the Twelve Officials Street was baked.
The sun wheel is cold and white, and God has no words and no pulse (mò) vein.
The clouds were thick, and the eunuch meteors were like blood.
Purple Qi dives with the throne, and the demon light darkly shoots the platform star apart.
The blood of the family was boiling, and the cries of injustice were everywhere.
Maiko Kaehime secretly donated, and the babies and girls were abandoned.
There are new paintings of female eyebrows in the east, and the country is not known for price.
Chang Ge hugged the car and looked back at Xiang Boo with tears.
Spinning gold thread to learn to sew flags, only to carve saddles to teach horses.
Sometimes I see a good person right away, and I dare not look back at the empty tears;
There are Jurchen fairies in the west, and an inch of horizontal wave cut autumn water.
Makeup is only in the mirror in the spring, young do not know the outside world.
A husband jumps up the golden steps, leaning half a shoulder in shame.
The lead refused to go out of the Zhu Gate, and died under the red pink balsam knife.
There are women in the southern neighborhood who do not remember their surnames, and yesterday the good media was newly hired.
There is no smell on the glass steps, and there is a shadow between the emerald curtains.
Ignoring the sound of the inter-court blade, his head was scattered in Russia.
Looking up at the sky and hiding her face and crying, the female brother and the female brother entered the well together;
The young women in the north are in a hurry, and the clouds are torn apart and the eyebrows are green.
I have heard the broken high door, and I don't feel that I am climbing on the edge of the heavy house.
Fire came from all sides, and he wanted to go down the ladder and destroy it.
In the smoke, he shouted for help, and the body hanging on the beam had turned to ashes.
The concubine was fortunate to have a full sword saw, and did not dare to look back on it for a long time.
Spinning the cicada sideburns marching one by one, forcibly spreading the moth's eyebrows and going out.
The old ones cannot return from the zi, and the six personally have nowhere to be found.
After three years of being trapped as a thief, he was terrified and frightened all the time.
Lying in the night with a thousand swords and swords, the meal is full of human liver (kuài).
Won't it be fun to indulge in mandarins? Treasure goods are not loved.
The unkempt face is still red, and a few turns of the horizontal wave cannot be seen.
The clothes are upside down and the language is different, and the face is exaggerated and carved.
Most of the Baitai are fox spirits, and the Lan Province's zhulangs are all rat charms.
He will also wear a hairpin for short hair, and will not take off his clothes to embroider the quilt.
Turn over the elephant wat (hù) as the three gongs, and pour the goldfish for two histories.
Asagiri enters the asahi hall, and Twilight calls for the sake market.
The five drummers of the Dynasty were startled, screaming and shouting like whispers.
At night, the horses came to enter the imperial city, and yesterday the officers and soldiers collected the red water.
Chishui went to the city for a hundred miles, and it was time to come to the city.
The murderer immediately swallowed quietly, and the female companion was secretly happy.
All words of indignation are extinguished at this time, and the demon will die today.
The sound of the horses was urgent, and the officers and soldiers entered the whole line.
Big Peng And Xiao Peng took care of each other's worries, and Erlang Shiro hugged the saddle and wept.
There was no news for several days, and it must be said that the army had been ranked before.
The bǒ banner dropped its sword but returned, and the officers and soldiers were defeated.
On all sides from Zdoë bundles, a bucket of gold and a bucket of millet.
Shang let the kitchen eat wood veneer, and the yellow nest machine (same as "several") on the human flesh.
There is no grain road in the southeast, and the ravines are gradually flattened and the number of people is gradually decreasing.
The Six Armies are leaning on the zombies outside the gate, and the seven battalions are filled with piǎo.
Where is the loneliness of Chang'an now? Abandoned city deserted street wheat seedling show.
Picking trees (zhuó) to exhaust the apricot garden flowers, repairing the village and destroying the royal ditch willows.
Huaxuan embroidered hubs (gǔ) were all scattered, and none of them were half of the Jia Di Zhu Men.
The fox rabbit row on the Hanyuan Hall is full of thorns in front of the calyx building.
The prosperity of the past is buried, and the eyes are desolate and unprovoked.
The inner library is burned into splendid ashes, and the heavenly street tramples on the bones of the secretary of state!
When I came out of the east of the city, the wind and smoke outside the city were like a plug.
When I saw You Yijun on the side of the road, there was no welcome to send off guests down the slope.
The east of Baling is full of people, and the tree lock (lí) mountain is extinguished.
The avenue is lined with thorns, and pedestrians sleep in the wall of KuangYue overnight.
From the dawn of the Ming Dynasty to Sanfeng Road, there was not a single household in a million households.
The countryside is ruined but there is artemisia, and the destruction of bamboo trees is ownerless.
On the side of the road, I asked Jin Tianshen, and Jin Tian was speechless and worried about people.
In front of the temple, there are remnants of the ancient cypress (niè), and the golden furnace on the temple produces dark dust.
From the frenzy to the fall of China, the heavens and the earth are obscure and dark.
Before the case, the Divine Water Curse could not be achieved, and the Yin soldiers on the wall could not be expelled.
The idle day disciple Xin (xīn) dian yu (xiǎng) grace, in times of danger does not help the gods.
I am now ashamed of myself as a god, and I hide deep in the mountains.
The pipe in the middle of the world has never been heard, and there is nowhere to be found for sacrifice on the feast.
Yǎn (yǎn) ghostly countryside, stripping away living beings to live day and night.
The concubines were even more sad to hear this, and the heavens sent disasters were not free.
God is taking refuge in the mountains, so why blame the princes of the East!
The year before yesterday, Yang Zhenguan came out again, and he raised his head to see Jingshan in the clouds.
For example, from the earthly government to the human world, when you suddenly wake up, the heavens and the earth are idle.
The commander of Shaanzhou was loyal and chaste, and did not move to defend the city.
Kazune commander can fight (jí) soldiers, and there is no sound of dogs for thousands of miles.
No one asked about the treasure goods, and the only thing that was done was the golden noodles.
The Ming Dynasty passed through Xin'andong again, and begged for pulp on the road.
The flies are moss-colored and hidden in the dí.
Q. What is the song of Weng Ben? Sleeping on a cold day?
The old man temporarily wanted to make a statement, but he sat down and cried.
The township garden runs through Dongqi (jī) County, and the years of cultivation are near Dian.
He planted 200 acres of good land (chán) and lost 30 million yuan in annual taxes.
The sister-in-law used to weave brown silk (shī) robes, and the middle woman could cook red rice.
A thousand warehouses and a thousand silk boxes, half of the yellow nest is still broken.
Since the Luoxiatun Division Brigade, day and night patrols into the village dock (wù).
In the autumn of the box, the water pulls out green snakes, and the high wind on the flag blows white tigers.
Entrance to the next whirlwind, the chamber of the qìng poured into the air.
The family wealth has been exhausted, and today it is a bitter year.
There are thousands of families in the mountains.
Look for a canopy on the Hungry Mountain, and sleep in the frost for the night!
When the concubine heard this old sad word, she dried up and shed tears like rain.
When you go out, you only see the chaos of the owls, and you want to run east?
Still smelling the road boats and cars, and then killing pengmen.
The wild color is the soul of the warrior, and Kawazu is half the blood of the wronged.
It is appropriate to hear that there are guests from Jinling to see that the scenery of Jiangnan is different.
Since the Great Kou invaded the Central Plains, Rong Ma had not given birth to four contempts.
If a hoe steals a divine skill, he loves the living beings like a naked child.
The city trenches are solid and the apologetics are golden, and the taxes are sent to the military base like clouds.
The whole world is gushing, and the cham (zhàn) is as flat as a stone.
The asylum seekers are que people, but Huai'an is envious of the jiangnan ghosts.
May the emperor raise the zhào to the east and sing this long song to offer his justice.